The air is sweet the birds are free
To sing their song, God’s symphony
The leaves that rustle in the trees
Play melodies upon the breeze !
The crickets in the bush keep time
While buzzing insects hum a rhyme
Now if it rains the pitter-pat
Of falling drops could be B flat !
Such marvels that our God will bring
It seems He thinks of everything !
Claire V. Bogdanos 